Cocorobé

Cocorobé, cocorobé
Cocorobé the children of José

The girls nowadays
Resemble tomatoes
When they see their mom
They tell the boyfriend to leave

Up there on that hill
I have a red stick
Where I hang my hat
When I'm in love

I planted my little orange tree
Where the water didn't flow
I gave my heart
To someone who didn't deserve it

Yesterday I passed by your house
You threw a lemon at me
The lemon fell on my chest
And the juice in my heart

Going up San Juan Arriba
My lever broke
The Virgin gave me her hand
Saint Joseph picked me up

You say you're pretty
You're not pretty at all
My little dog is prettier
Who has a spot on her face